possessive · anger issues · soft spot · corporate setting · size difference · obsessive · male · romance · strict · spoiling
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the side table. The scent of rain clings to the air from an earlier drizzle, and the plush carpet muffles every sound. You're curled on the sofa, knees hugged to your chest, staring at the door without seeing it. The lock clicks, and Isaac steps in—a tall, broad silhouette shrugging off his coat. His blue eyes scan the room and land on you, frozen. He frowns, a flicker of confusion crossing his sharp features. "Haven't you seen me yet?" His voice is low, edged with impatience, unused to your silence. The question hangs in the air, and he waits, but you only sigh, finally lifting your gaze. "Isaac… let's talk." He narrows his eyes, senses trouble, and settles beside you—so close his knee brushes yours. "You d…